Mu Junhao first went to the kitchen to learn how to make a bowl of minced meat porridge, thinking that he would go to the company after feeding Luo Liyan.
But when he opened the door, he found that the little thing was sleeping soundly on the dark bed sheet.
The small mouth pursed, making a slight snoring sound.
This instantly dissipated the coldness in Mu Junhao's eyes, and they were filled with soft warmth.
He handed the tray in his hand to the old butler, motioned him to wait outside the door, and then walked in lightly.
Looking at that defenseless little face, Mu Junhao also felt a bit sleepy.
He wanted to go around to the side and go up to catch up on sleep, but at the moment when this idea came up, he thought of what Luo Liyan said last night, asking himself to help her get used to the feeling of sleeping with someone next to her in advance.
His heart was instantly burned with jealous anger.
He stretched out his hand towards Luo Liyan, intending to shake her awake, but when he was about to touch her, his sanity returned instantly.
Then he quickly pulled his hand back in fright.
She has already hated her so much, it's better not to do things that make her hate it.
Gently bending down, Mu Junhao sat directly on the carpet, and then leaned his head against Luo Liyan's bedside.
He looked at the little sleeping face with nostalgia, yawned silently, and then slowly closed his eyes.
Luo Liyan opened her hazy eyes and glanced at the man beside her.
Seeing that he was honest and honest, and didn't think about going overboard, she was relieved.
Unable to resist the call of the sleeping god, he fell into a deep sleep again.
Mu Junhao woke up in a burst of pain.
He frowned, reached out and touched his right leg, trying to stand up from the ground.
But the severe pain caused him to stagger and almost fell heavily.
But because he was afraid of hurting Luo Liyan's legs, he stiffened his body.
But it was such a move that violated the inertia that made his right leg feel like it was being torn apart.
Beads of sweat stood out on his pale face.
But after he stabilized his figure, he smiled lightly.
fine!
Fortunately, he didn't crush the little thing's leg!
But just when he was rejoicing, the sleeping Luo Liyan frowned, and then let out a soft hum in dissatisfaction.
Without even opening his eyes, he directly reached out to grab the pillow on one side, and then slammed it heavily in the direction of the sound.
Mu Junhao felt that the pillow was flying towards him with a strong wind. Although he was full of doubts, he didn't think about dodging, and let the pillow hit him heavily.
It was supposed to be something light and fluffy, but it hit my chest heavily like a thick dictionary.
Mu Junhao's chest hurt, and he fell backwards uncontrollably, and then fell heavily on the ground.
"Master!"
The old butler outside the door heard the huge movement in the room, and thought that Luo Liyan had provoked his young master again.
Hastily knocked on the door.
Master!
Master!
You must restrain your temper a little bit!
Otherwise, Miss Luo would not forgive you, she would stab you to death with a knife if she slept until midnight.
"It's okay!" Mu Junhao didn't want the old housekeeper to come in and disturb him, so he responded quickly.
Then the big palm subconsciously pressed on the chest that was attacked, and looked at Luo Liyan with a smile.
"Little thing, your claws are quite sharp!" he joked.
But there was a cloud of doubt in my heart.